Beck is saying that this is not important. Get the economy fixed first, I think is what he is mumbling. Because he can only think of one thing at a time, obviously so can you.And uh, flow on benefits to the economy?

I mean, think about it. People are sitting at their tables in their neat suburban homes, in the glare and hopelessness of early morning, shoveling processed, artificially sweetened grain products into their flabby, sagging faces, thinking about their pathetic existences, their dimly remembered excesses of the previous evening and the grinding meaninglessness of the day that stretches interminably ahead of them, when this big bipedal feline asshole with a fucking napkin tied around his neck like some kind of NFL gangbanger spun all the way up on Ritalin and Purple Drank bursts into the room and shouts "THEY'RE GREAT" without prelude or context, looks smug, as if he's accomplished something spectacular and important, and leaves unscathed, obviously to repeat this brutal crime one block over.